silent. scared of
impending judgment. bleeding crosses. promises of unfulfilled hope. consumed thoughts.
unthinking minds. responses masked by another and i rage from the crowded overtones
of emptiness. your fire smells of slavery. what can you teach me? when your mind
is blind and never seeing. uncompromised position in a blanket of tradition. warmth
created in order to protect a bloody butchery of life and i wonder is a purpose
ever served? the a purpose ever served? you won't take me. you can't take me.